Lyrics:

I was raised in the backstreets of the city
Trying very hard just to survive
Looking for that chance of a lifetime
Finding a way to satisfy that inner drive

Then someone offered me a fine position
Working in a bank from 9 to 5
It only took me 6 or 7 hours
To realize that this was not my aim in life

Too many lies, too many sidetracks
Too many roads that lead to nowhere
Too many why's, too many drawbacks
I cannot fake it anymore
Gotta get right to the core

I never had to sit around for ages
Arguing out some stupid deal
I always came and took just what I needed
As long as I could get myself a decent meal

I never had to smile at silly faces
I never had to beat around the bush no
I always knew how to protect myself
When ever it came to the push